The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

“Damn punk, you asked for this!” His expression darkening, one of the guards pulled the baton from his waist and rushed forward, swinging it down at Philip’s head! If that hit landed, it would definitely crack Philip’s skull!

Philip raised a brow, his expression rapidly turning cold. His aura suddenly turned sharp as a knife! He never expected them to come for the kill like this! The next instant, Philip had taken the baton from the guard’s hand. At the same time, while the guard was still stunned, Philip lashed his foot out and sent the guard flying out through the glass window! Crash! The glass shattered and the guard flew out of the window. He crashed into the ground and stayed down! The remaining guard was terrified and trembling now. He hurriedly fell to his knees and begged, “Please, Brother Clarke, spare me!

We were just proceeding on Mr. Michaels’ orders, please don’t…” Bam!

Philip simply kicked the guard out of the door. The entire door fell on its hinges from the impact, cracking the frame! That just showed how furious Philip was right now! Two of Fabio’s men outside were so scared that they stood at attention, their spines completely straight. Inwardly, they muttered to themselves, ‘What a bad*ss! As expected of our chairwoman’s husband!

in their hearts. Philip walked out of the security office and

arm and dragged her to the couch. “Wynnie, tell me honestly. Is there a problem with your company? I heard that the Michaels are calling off a deal or something?” Martha was extremely anxious. She had heard the rumor from her sister, Paula, and she hastily returned home to make sure. “Who told you that, Mom?” Wynn was very tired right now. “Just tell me, is it true?” Of course Martha was worried. Paula had told her that the Michaels were a very

flabbergasted. Standing up, she barked, “What

Philip was the one who bought this villa, how can we sell it?”

slapped Wynn and yelled at

heard everything! See, why did you have to pull him into your company? Even if he has a little money now, could he be as rich as the Michaels from Golden City? “You have to obey me on this. Resign, sell the villa, and get that divorce!” Martha insisted. That